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BtVS#12 "Prophecy Girl")
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Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in
L.A. #23 - Please do not post comments here (use
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Posted by: forensicpopouri - Apr 16, 2002, 3:47
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BELOW IS TODAY'S SONNETIZED RESPONSE
TO EPISODE #12
NOTE: rhetorical verse
in Shakesperean sonnet
form
DO I HAVE
TO?
rhetorical
verse in Shakesperean sonet
form
(1) WHEN JESUS CHRIST
HIMSELF (some say God's son)
cried out to
God to please let this vile cup
of death
pass from my lips -- my martrydom
is surely
not required. The balance tips . . .
.
. . from evil to the good by righteous
force.
But please, dear Lord, I do not
want to die!
Yet ancient
prophecy had set the course
A sacred
prophecy you can't defy.
And so
comes Buffy Summers with her
cross
she doesn't want to bear. She
throws it down . . .
But 'fore too long her
soul can't bear the loss
of her true
destiny. Her "throrny" crown . .
.
. . . not of triumphant
popularity.
But one of sacrifice and
poetry.
(2) THE POETRY of
mystery, unclear.
Why would there be
just one to take the weight
of horror in
the world -- embrace the fear
that human
nature says is just too great.
No,
Buffy is not Jesus, but Joss
quotes
prophetic scripture from Old Bible
text.
Isaiah chapter 'leven's many
coats
of meaning painted for Hellmouth
effects.
FOR CONTEXT, let us take a
look before
the sixth verse Mister
Giles knew quite by heart --
before
Joss shifts the child to Satan's
corps,
let's step back four verse
nuggets and restart.
A strange
choice, I agree, but I'm led
there
by Joss, and so I'll claim
that it is fair.
[CONTINUED IN PART
2, BELOW]
you
speak
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DO I HAVE TO? (PART 2)
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Apr 16, 2002, 3:52
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[NOTE: Isaiah
11: 2-5 - paraphrased in
verse]
(3) THE SPIRIT OF THE
LORD WILL REST ON HIM . . .
of wisdom,
understanding, and of might.
He will not judge by
surface paradigm.
He will defend the poor and
weak -- what's right.
He'll rule against the
wicked and destroy
them totally with breath
from out his mouth.
Pure fairness and pure
truth, his cloak alloy.
(The verses 'bout
"the child" from here are south.)
In
Buffy's world the evil Master
mocks
the naive thought that prophecy is
plain
enough for superhero action jocks
to
act upon it and not get insane . . .
. . .
results quite likely the pure opposite
of what
they hoped, their meddling could
acquit.
(4) A SLOPPY CHOICE OF WORD?
I'll let it stand.
A prophesy's a law . .
. in differen't form.
Those ancient debts of
destiny demand
(for true belivers) that their
lives conform.
And one thing Buffy's world
believes is text.
The words and
pictures Giles consumes, then knows
what threat
his slayer faces, and then next
what action will
control what evil flows.
BUT this last
episode of Season One.
throws doubt
upon the pattern we have learned.,
Good
research may not yield, when you are
done,
a map of action that should not be
burned.
A TEAN GIRL DOOMED today, sounds
poignant -- YET . . .
. . . a better doom than
Xander 's yearnings
get.
[CONTINUED IN PART 3,
BELOW]
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DO I HAVE TO? (PART 3)
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Apr 16, 2002, 3:51
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(5) GOOD
LORD, what strange nonsequitor was that?
How's
Xander's unrequited longing fit
within a
semi-straight-lined logic's hat?
How can we grab
these two loose yarns, and knit?
I PAUSE TO
SAY this is what sonnets do --
grab fragments out
of life and juxtapose.
I had no thought I'd write
these points as two
that stiched together into
brand new clothes . . .
But somewhere lurking
there's a crucial thought
that I -- so near to
sleep -- feel I must write
before I quit. But
sleeping lines aren't caught
so much as dribble
out into the night.
A couple hours ago I
might make sense
of Buffy's ressurection at the
hand
of Xander -- who can't claim that life
relents
once it has pigeonholded you -- one who's
canned.
(6) A CAN OF XANDER.
(See, my thoughts now twist.)
But who, if anyone,
would buy that spray.
I prophesy poor sales for
Xander Mist
'cause who in bloody hell
would ever pay . . .
. . . to smell like
failure. Turned down by THE ONE
who has the power
to strip his ev'ry move
of confidence . . . and
leave the shlub undone.
And all this with no
curse from cloven hoove.
My eyes close now on
Xander . . . with no fate.
No
prophesy declares that he must die.
But all the
same, the sadness of the date
he tried to
make with Buffy makes you cry.
No, not
tears of your soul-felt Buffy-care.
No,
Xander's fate just makes you pull your
hair.
[CONTINUED IN PART 4,
BELOW]
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DO I HAVE TO (PART 4)
| Posted by:
forensicpopouri - Apr 16, 2002, 3:50
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(7) The TV
MOMENT that brings these two strands
together on
the screen is Buffy's death.
It's only
when she's dead that lips and hands
of
Xander may approach and share his breath . .
.
. . . with that great unatainable small
girl.
That tiny thing that has a
destiny.
No reason that the Powers dropped
this pearl
on little Buffy
Summers. Yet no fee . . .
. . . could
Xander pay to be brand shiny new.
While
Buffy was madeover with full help
of
agents of the Powers (you now who).
For him,
barbaric yawp will come out yelp.
Though that
makes little sense (my brain's turned
mush),
would you chose Buffy's fate, or
Xander's crush?
(8) THIS FINAL SONNET
will try to regain
a touch of dignity about
what's good.
A WEEK FROM NOW, our Buffy's back
"insane,"
so in the present we rehash the past .
. .
. . . but noticing when wings were bolted
on.
The last show of the first half season
flew
the first two times I watched it, even
now,
the perfect little engine in B. stew
. . . .
. . . just gave me chills of pleasure
that transcend
the normal junk that television
spurts
out every day . . . just day on day on
end.
To have a vision of "the good" just
hurts.
My destiny is to die ev'ry
time
that I compress "a lesser thing" to rhyme.
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